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 The Sword

From deep within the molten core,
forged into shape as a tool of war,
was the steel held by man,
carried into battle hand-to-hand.
Many great nations have risen and fell,
from the hand of a warrior and a sword sharpened well.
The days of old seem long gone,
yet the nobility of the sword will carry on.



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